jacobriveras:
Some nights he stays up and wonders about how things would be if he hadn’t died. He would probably be asleep right now, visions of naked people dancing around his head and a funny look on his face from weed or alcohol. When the knock on his door came, he stood up to his feet and expected to find Hades standing there waiting. Instead he round Vivienne and the pungent smell of alcohol. Jacob leans against the door frame, arms crossed over his bare chest. “Not that I’m complaining, but this isn’t your cabin.”
She looks up at Jacob and her giggles are replaced by a smirk. “Daaang, did I ever come to the right place!”












